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Wednesday, August 15thI opened the kitchen trashcan today to throw something away, and the lid fanned the garbage air toward me as it closed. It was awful - like onions soaked in chicken juice left to fester in a hot garage all day.
I remarked, "Ugh. Something smells gross in the trashcan."
Jeff retorted, "Maybe it's, uh, trash."
"Well, yeah, but trash doesn't always smell that nasty, smarty-pants."
"I've always told you I was smart. I'm glad you're finally starting to acknowledge it."
I paused for just a second, and then it came to me all sparkly and magical-like: "I didn't say you were smart. I said your pants were."
Yes! I win.
Posted by Megan at 09:52 PM CST
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